By the time they returned to the Hilton Hotel, it was already evening.

Emily's belly had grown. She had been busy all day and was now utterly exhausted.

But she couldn't bear to part with the design drawing her mother had left behind. She lay in bed, holding the drawing up to the light, trying to find any other traces her mother might have left.

"This design was created by my mom in her senior year. She must have been pregnant with me at that time," Emily murmured.

Mr. Satan gently took the ...